Sometimes in life, instances happen that you can't really explain. There's no rhyme or reason for them, and no matter how hard you try you can't really figure out why you do the things you do. The face that I'm standing outside Harrison's front door at 2AM is one of those instances.
It's been two weeks since the aquarium, and since then I've only been sucked deeper into the labyrinth surrounding him, trying to figure out what I'm even doing there, as well as figuring out more and more each day it's probably something I won't escape
I swear I keep getting whiplash with this man, I mean I'm always dealing with his hot and cold behavior, there's times where I won't see or hear from him for days and then the next minute, he's turning up at my work everyday ordering that same cup of ice. I'm angry at myself that on the days he decides to appear out of nowhere that I get so giddy over it, that I relish those days like a pathetic puppy, hung on every word or look that he gives me.
But the thing that sucks is that I never saw that same Harrison again, the one that I saw at the aquarium. The soft and gentle side of him that seemed to shine through that day, he's gone straight back to being ambiguous and arrogant. The worst part as, the fleeting glimpse that I had of that side of him only further engraved him even more into my veins, it left me desperate for another peak of that part of him. It was honestly like getting to look into a secret doorway, but only to then have the door slammed on you, leaving you on the other side waiting hopelessly for it to open back up again
The last two days it's felt like Harrison's fallen off the face of the earth, until tonight that is. I was woken up by a phone call, only to be snapped out of my hazy half-asleep state by Harrison's rough voice. There was no hello, no formalities, just the three simple words. "I need you" I had tried asking if everything was okay, asking what was going on or why he was calling me in the middle of the night
But as usual questions with him rarely got answered, they were just dismissed while he just repeated that he needed me, and telling me to come over. You know, a please here and there wouldn't kill the guy at least once in a while.
The thing that did have me jumping out of bed and throwing on some clothes and rushing out of the front door while trying not to wake the other girls up was the tone of his voice. He sounded, desperate, almost like he was lost. There was a vulnerability there that I've never pictured leaving his mouth and it honestly had me sick with worry
I guess this is one of those good reasons on why Jonah and I don't live together. I mean he's asked a couple of times but I'm honestly not ready to move in with him just yet, I mean hell we've not even been together for very long and I just feel like he's trying to rush things between us.
One thing I realized on my way to his apartment was that I'm no longer just fascinated with Harrison, it's not just some magnetic attraction, it's that I truly care about him. It's probably one of the most stupidest things I could even do, because he's made it abundantly clear that his care for me was non-existent. Which is a fact that I still find to be an overwhelming headache because everything he does contradicts that. If he doesn't care then why am I here? Why call me?
Maybe I'm just an amusing toy to Harrison, something that he's using just to pass the time until he's either cured his curiosity or become bored. Like everything else with him, I don't think I'll ever even get the answer.
I knocked on the door, the knot in my stomach twisting at the fear of what will be on the other side when it opens. It only takes a couple of seconds before the door is opened, exposing a Harrison standing on the other side that looks like he's just been dragged through hell
His hair was a mess almost like he's spent the last few hours manically running his fingers through it, his light jade eyes bloodshot under his furrowed brows as he locks them on me. I swallowed thickly before taking a step forward, looking over him in concern "What happened Harrison? Are you okay?" I asked but he doesn't speak, just presses his lips together firmly, that same tortured look in his eyes that I saw at the aquarium
